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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.