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 Tonga and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the disco 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Can,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.