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 Kuwait and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the disco 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.