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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Mars,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.