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 Grenada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Slave,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
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.