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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.