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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.