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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Grass Roots to the disco 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.