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 Singapore and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.