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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.