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 Chile and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sandy B to the crunk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
JFA,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.