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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Skarface,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.