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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.