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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Outsiders to the rock 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.