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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.