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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.