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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 the Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.