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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Eurythmics to the disco 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.