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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
UT,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.