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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Sun City Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
PIL,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.