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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.