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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.