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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Saints to the disco 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.