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 Croatia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.