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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
cv313,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Scientists,
The Litter,
MC5,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.