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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Can,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.