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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop 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.