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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agitation Free to the grime 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.