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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Talk Talk to the grunge 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.