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 France and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.