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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.