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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Certain Ratio 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.