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 Norway and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.