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 Malta and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.