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 Syria and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 U.S. Maple to the dance 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.