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 Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Soft Cell to the jazz 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.