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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Tomorrow to the punk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.