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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
the Swans,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.