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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
The Associates,
Chrome,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.