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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Pole,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.