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 Togo and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 The Wake 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Visage,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
The Move,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
CMW,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.