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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.