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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Chris Corsano to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.