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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Minor Threat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.