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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Crime,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.