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 Nepal and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
the Association,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.