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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.