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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.