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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.