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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.