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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.