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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fortunes to the grunge 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.