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 Brunei 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.