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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Index,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.