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 Peru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Wasted Youth to the punk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Main Source,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.