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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.