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 Estonia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ultravox to the punk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.