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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.