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 Peru 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Yazoo to the punk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
the Normal,
DNA,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.