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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Quantec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.