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 Botswana and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.