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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.