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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 sitar 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 Pulsallama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.