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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Q65,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Cymande,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.