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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
The Monks,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.