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 Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Severed Heads to the rock 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.