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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
AZ,
Scientists,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.