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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.