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 El Salvador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.