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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
ABBA,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.