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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.