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 Egypt and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Suburban Knight to the punk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.