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 Israel and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Avey Tare to the techno 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.