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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.