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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Monks,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.