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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.