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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Wings,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Television,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.