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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
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 Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.