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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.