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 Syria 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.