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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.