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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.