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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 organ 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 Organ to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.