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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.