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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Harmonia to the rock 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.