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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.