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 Romania and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 The Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.