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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.