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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Birthday Party to the funk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.