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 Korea South and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rekid to the rap 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.