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 Sweden and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.