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 Ireland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.