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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
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.