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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Gong,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.