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 France and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.