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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
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.