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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Television,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.