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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 The Gories 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Zapp,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.