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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.