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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Main Source to the crunk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.