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 Pakistan 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Nas,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.