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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.