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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.