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 Korea South 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.