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 Niger and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
cv313,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.