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 Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick to the punk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.