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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Lyres,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
UT,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.