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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.