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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Josef K,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.