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 Namibia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Derrick May to the disco 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Technova,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.