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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.