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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.