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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.