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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Almond to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Josef K,
John Cale,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.