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 Iceland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Smog,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.