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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül II to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.