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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.