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 India and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
10cc,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.