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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.