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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shadows of Knight to the punk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
X-102,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.