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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the funk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.