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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.