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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Magma,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.