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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Motorama,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.