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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis 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?
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.