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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.