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 Peru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.