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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.