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 India and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.