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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Camouflage to the techno 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.