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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Moebius to the grunge 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
The Slits,
UT,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.