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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Evens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.