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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.