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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.