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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the rock 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.