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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.