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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.