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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DNA to the rap 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.