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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Livin' Joy to the dance 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.