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 Albania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
10cc,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.