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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.