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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.