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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Hong Kong and Toronto.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visage to the crunk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.