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 Burundi 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Loose Ends to the jazz 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.