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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.