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 Benin and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deadbeat to the punk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.