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 Egypt and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
ABC,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.