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 Korea North 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Derrick May to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.