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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.