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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the electroclash 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Visage,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.