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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wings to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
CMW,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Organ,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.