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 Monaco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Chris Corsano to the dance 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.