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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.