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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.