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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cal Tjader to the disco 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.