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 France and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.