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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.