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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.