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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Index,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.