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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Birthday Party to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.