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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.