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 Haiti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Altered Images,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.