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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.