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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy 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?
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.