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 Grenada 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Main Source to the techno 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust 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?
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.