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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.