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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
10cc,
Clear Light,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.