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 Togo and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.