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 Canada and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.