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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.