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 Nauru and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Silicon Teens to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
June Days,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.