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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Sandy B to the punk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.