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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the punk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
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.