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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.