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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Star Department to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.