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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.