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 Liberia 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Lyres,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Visage,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.