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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the dance 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.