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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Davy DMX to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.