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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.