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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Nico,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.