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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Public Enemy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Magma,
Scion,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.