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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the crunk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.