Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Lucia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Normal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.