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 Burundi and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Malaria! to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.