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 Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Television,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.