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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.