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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys to the crunk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.