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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.