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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zapp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Nas,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
The Names,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.