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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Nico,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.