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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.