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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.