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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
CMW,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
the Association,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.