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 Yemen and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.