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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.