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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.