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 Burkina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants 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?
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Index,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Nico,
PIL,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.