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 Montenegro 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Cure to the techno 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.