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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.