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 Tanzania and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Neu!,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Darondo,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.