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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Newcleus to the grime 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.