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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.