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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
PIL,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.