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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Charles Mingus to the disco 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.