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 Malawi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.