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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Severed Heads to the techno 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Nico,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.