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 Norway and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.