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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
World's Most,
The Standells,
June Days,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.