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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.