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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.