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 Botswana and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.