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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
The Names,
AZ,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.