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 Iraq and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
The Residents,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.