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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Circle Jerks to the funk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
cv313,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.