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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.