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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Can,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.