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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 the Soft Cell 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.