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 Australia 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.