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 Burundi 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.