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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Massinfluence to the rap 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.