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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.