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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.