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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.