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 Liberia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.