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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.