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 Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
The Cure,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.