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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Franke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.