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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
MDC,
the Swans,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.