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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 H. Thieme 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.