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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.