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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.