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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.