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 Lebanon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cowsills 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Can,
The Skatalites,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.