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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.