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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 The Monks to the dance 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Index,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.