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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.