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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.