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 China and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Associates to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.