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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.