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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Q65,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.