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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Ten City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Nas,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.