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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.