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 Italy and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Japan,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.