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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the grime 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.