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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 The Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.