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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Visage,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.