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 Qatar and from London.
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 Beijing.
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 harpsichord 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 Whodini to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.