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 Finland and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.