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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.