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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.