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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.