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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.