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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock to the punk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.