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 San Marino and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.