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 Brazil and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
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 808 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.