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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.