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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.