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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Flesh Eaters 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.