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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Swans,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.