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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.