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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.