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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.