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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.