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 Tonga and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Ultravox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.