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 Tunisia and from Milan.
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 Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.