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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Doors to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.