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 Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.