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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 The Royal Family And The Poor 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.