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 Japan 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
the Human League,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.