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 Chile and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Mars,
The Index,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.