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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.