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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Index,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.