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 Denmark and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.