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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.