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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ituana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.