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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 The Star Department to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.