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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Lyres,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.