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 Niger and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.