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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
The Standells,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.