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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Eddi Front to the jazz 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.