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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.