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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Model 500 to the grime 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.