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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neon Judgement to the jazz 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.