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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.