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 Laos and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.