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 Syria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Red Krayola to the dance 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.