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 Lebanon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 organ 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 Adolescents to the rock 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
The Monks,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.