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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Monochrome Set to the rock 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.