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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the rock 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.