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 Mongolia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style 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?
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.