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 Togo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.