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 Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.