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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 X-102 to the disco 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.