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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Q65,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.