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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.