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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.