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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ludus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.