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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Deadbeat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.