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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the punk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Franke,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.