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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.