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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.