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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Nico to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.