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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.