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 Lebanon and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.