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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 H. Thieme to the techno 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Franke,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.