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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 X-102 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Television,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.