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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
Smog,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.