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 Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Main Source to the jazz 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.