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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.