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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sonics to the punk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.