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 Burkina and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.