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 Romania and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.