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 Iceland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.