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 Libya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.