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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 CMW to the dance 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.