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 Ukraine 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.