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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Searchers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.