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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang of Four to the disco 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.