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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag 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?
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.