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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barracudas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.