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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 J.B.'s 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
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.