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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.