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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Arab on Radar to the techno 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.