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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.