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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Subhumans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.