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 Colombia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.