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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.