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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.