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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.