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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
10cc,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.