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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.