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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 The Cramps to the dance 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Visage,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.