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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.