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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.