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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the techno 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.