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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.