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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.