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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Gories to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.