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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the grime 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Brick,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.