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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
the Association,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.