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 Chad and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Altered Images to the dance 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.