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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Supertramp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Can,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.