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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.