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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.