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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Essential Logic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.