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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.