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 Belize and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Rekid,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.