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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Iggy Pop to the disco 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Index,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.