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 St Lucia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 The Black Dice to the disco 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Scion,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.