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 Nauru 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Supertramp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.