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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.