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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Inner City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.