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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.