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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
MC5,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.