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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.