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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.