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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Q65,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.