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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.