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 Lithuania 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.