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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.