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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.