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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.