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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.