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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wake to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
June Days,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.