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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the crunk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.