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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Country Teasers to the disco 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.