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 Mali and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
CMW,
The Motions,
Nico,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.