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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 The Blues Magoos to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.