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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.