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 Kiribati and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Swans,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.