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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.