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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source 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?
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Monks,
DNA,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.