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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.