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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the disco 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
X-101,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
Brick,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.