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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears to the dance 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
MDC,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.