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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.