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 Iceland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Pop Group to the punk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.