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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.