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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.