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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chrome to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.