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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gladiators to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.