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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the funk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.