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 Portugal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.