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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 sitar 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 Make Up to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.