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 Estonia and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Shoche,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.