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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.