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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the grime 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.