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 Moldova 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.