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 Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.