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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The American Breed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
the Association,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.