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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.