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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.