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 Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the techno 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.