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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 chamberlin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Scion,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.