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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.