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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rakim to the rock 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.