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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.