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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 The Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.