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 Ecuador 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.