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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Robert Hood to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.