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 United States and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Motions to the dance 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.