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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.