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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Magma to the jazz 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.