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 Gabon and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
the Association,
PIL,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Magma,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.