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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.