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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
CMW,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.