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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.