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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Pantytec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
the Normal,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Q65,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.