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 Moldova and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.