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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Zapp,
The Sound,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Interpol,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.