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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Porter Ricks to the dance 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
ABC,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.