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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
DNA,
The Evens,
Smog,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.