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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 clarinet 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 The Searchers to the electroclash 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.