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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
UT,
JFA,
Yaz,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.