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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
JFA,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.