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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bush Tetras to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a snare 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.