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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.