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 Thailand and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Fear,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.