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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.