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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.