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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Sneak to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.