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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.