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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.