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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q65,
AZ,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.