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 Colombia 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.