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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Warren Ellis to the dance 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
June Days,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.