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 Chile and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.