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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.