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 Israel and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.