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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Black Dice to the dance 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Ossler,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.