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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.