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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the grime 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Smog,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.