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 Morocco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.