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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca 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?
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.