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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Q65 to the dance 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.