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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.