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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.