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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.