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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.