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 Moldova 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.