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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Misunderstood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.