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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
X-102,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.