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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.