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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Duran Duran to the disco 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.