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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.