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 Tanzania and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.