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 Philippines 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Motorama,
AZ,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.