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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.