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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.