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 Mozambique 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Infiniti 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.