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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.