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 Portugal and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Mummies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.