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 Portugal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Joey Negro to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.