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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 LL Cool J to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Visage,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.