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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Outsiders to the techno 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.