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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the dance 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Unwound,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Index,
Erasure,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Shoche,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.