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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the grime 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Television,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.