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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 The Modern Lovers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.