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 Italy and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.