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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Crime to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.