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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.