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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Görl 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
Brick,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.