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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Gong,
Japan,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.