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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.