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 Poland and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.