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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.