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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the dance 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Television,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.