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 Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Hill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.