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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.