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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the funk 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 Machine. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.