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 Oman and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
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 linndrum 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 The Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.