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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.