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 Malta and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.