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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.