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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the crunk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.