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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.