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 Congo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.