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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.