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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.