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 Austria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.