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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bob Dylan to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Television,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.