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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 The Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.