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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sister Nancy to the dance 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.