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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Swans,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.