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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Y Pants to the punk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Model 500,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
AZ,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.