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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
Visage,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.