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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.