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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.