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 Peru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars 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?
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.