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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Y Pants to the techno 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Lalann,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.