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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.