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 Cyprus 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat 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?
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.