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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.