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 Tunisia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Parry Music to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.