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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the disco 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Josef K,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.