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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Sparks,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.