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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Joy Division to the grunge 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.