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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Japan,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.