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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 guitar 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 Yazoo 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.