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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 The Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
AZ,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.