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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Depeche Mode to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.