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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.