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 Malta and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 the Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
Television,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.