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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Television,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.