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 Korea North and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.