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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.