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 Benin and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Television,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.