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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Howard Jones to the techno 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.