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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sugar Minott to the techno 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.