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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.