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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Minutemen to the jazz 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.